My poor car
I had a pretty nice little Sunday with a friend. We had dinner at Atwater Block Brewery and dessert at Cass Cafe. Yes, a nice Sunday indeed. Until we walked back to my car and noticed that someone had broken into it. A side window was busted and my ignition had been yanked out. The plans to steal my car had been thwarted by my Sentry Key theft-deterrent system. I think. The engine wouldn’t turn over without my magic key. My iPod charger was stolen — I’m annoyed with myself for that, I usually leave nothing in my car when I visit.
Right, so I’m not the first, I won’t be the last. I think a few of my fellow authors have been through the same situation. It doesn’t make me feel much better, though. I just got my car two weeks ago, he’s a baby still. I thought I was parked in a pretty safe area (2nd and Hancock, just a block from my friend’s apartment) but I was wrong. I never had any issues with my Grand Am…I almost wish I wouldn’t have turned it in.
DPD told me the Jeep Liberty and Dodge Ram are two of the most stolen vehicles around the area. Great. Glad I knew this ahead of time.
More of the saga below.
Two thumbs up to:
1) Detroit Police Department — thanks for being so nice and helpful
2) Boulevard & Trumbull Towing, Inc. — wonderful people, they took care of everything and helped put my mind at ease
3) State Farm — hooray for vandalism = no deductible
4) Southfield Chrysler Jeep dealer — fixing my car up nice-like
5) My friend for his support — you’re the best
Two middle fingers to:
1) Uh, the person or persons who tried to steal my car
2) TCB Towing — you wouldn’t believe my conversation with dispatch:
Me: “So would you be able to let me know how much I’ll have to pay up front for the tow?”
Lady: “No, you don’t understand, the insurance company pays. You don’t pay anything.”
Me: “Oh, I know. But I have to pay it up front and then I get reimbursed later. So I want to make sure I know how much this will be ahead of time so I can put this on my credit card.”
Lady: “NO. Listen. You’re not understanding me and you’re not trying to understand me.”
Me: “No, I do understand. I’m just trying to find out how much I’ll need to put on my card initially.”
Lady: “Ma’am. MA’AM. You need to calm down RIGHT NOW. Ma’am. CALM DOWN.”
The worst part is that at the end of the conversation, I found out that 1) I had to pay $85 up front and 2) they don’t take credit cards. So I wasted about fifteen minutes on the phone with this moron.